You stop and think of your options and remember what you'd used to say to bullies as a child. They never respond well to a change in tone especially when they don't feel in control.

"I can't believe it. For this to happen to me now in this place. I meet you. A demon like you. You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I think I love you."

"Man? Did you just call me a man? I'm a woman! My name is NIcky. I don't know why people keep thinking I'm a man. Do I put off a masculine vibe or something? Maybe my outfit?"

"For me, it was more your handlebar mustache."

"Facial hair is very trendy in Hell. When in Rome I figure..."

"Makes sense" you offer.

"I still say you're gorgeous. What do you say? Go out with me?"

"My husband Harry will not like that very much I don't think."

"I won't tell."

"I really think you have the wrong idea. I'm a 3,000 year old demon that's pretty settled down with my robot husband and our baby."

You have so many more questions now.